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When my cooking became mind-numbingly boring, I turned to the experts for help. 

Lesser Evil’s branding makes me bristle, but I can’t find a flaw with what’s inside the bag.

Healthyish editor Amanda Shapiro and BA contributor Hawa Hassan talk about living alone and coming together.

Quarantining with a husband who can cook is no sacrifice, but what I wouldn’t give to sit at a restaurant in Chinatown, slurping up a giant bowl of noodles all by myself.

Without it, my pantry would devolve into chaos.

I’m a baker with a terrible oven, and this small guy is my saving grace.

You don’t need a reason to dress up and have dinner tonight.

Should this classic drink ever be shaken? Let’s ask an expert.

Breaking fast alone is hard, but I’m finding solace in nostalgia.

Ordering an organic mushroom kit was the best decision I've made since I started self-quarantining.

Watching Massimo Bottura’s “Kitchen Quarantine” on Instagram is giving me the family drama I crave.

Some nights, we just want to graze.

Senior food editor Andy Baraghani will be answering your questions about solo living all month long. 

I felt truly joyful for the first time in weeks.

Who decided an economy-crushing, emotionally trying pandemic was a good time for self-improvement?

Plus, more new spring-y merch! 

Scallions beget scallions beget scallions beget…

All my people out there saving an ounce of pasta or a spoonful of cooked lentils, this one's for you.

This queso has some bite, is velvety smooth, and refuses to ever congeal.

5Rhythms doesn't care that I can't tell my right from my left. It's an open invitation to do whatever my body wants to do.

Katy's COVID-19 symptoms had me panic-buying bidets and sleeping with a hatchet. Then I remembered the kitchen.

Pancakes on a Monday? Sure, why not.

I never thought a veg broth could live up to a chicken one—I was wrong.

At its height, my mom's San Francisco bakery was producing 10,000 cannabis brownies every month.  

Clocks are melting Salvador Dali-style, but I'm taking an actual lunch break. 

At least as far as the next bowl of vodka sauce is concerned.